My father-in-law drew back the covers and then laid me down on that king-sized bed. After joining me, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid the undergarment down my legs. When our eyes met, he offered me a surprisingly tender smile. Though I sometimes ached for him to play the role of caring father figure, I was too worked up for that now. So I squeezed my tits and fondled my nipples. I licked my...

In your bed, I alternate between three roles: I'm playful, foulmouthed, and bold, or I'm reserved, almost shy, hesitant to need, reluctant to want. Lastly, I'm brash and in control; I'll do the fucking tonight. You take each one of us in turn, with powerful thrusts and teasing bites, or with the tender rhythm of your hips. You ride and then assent to be ridden, your dominance a fluid line into submission. Ever patient, yo...

Locking eyes with mine, You hungrily let your lips trail through the smooth surface of my thighs Your fingers slowly unwrap the lacy cover of the folds that you've been longing to peel open With the lacy cover pushed down to my feet I lift my hips a little bit As you bite your lower lip You lean your head looking down at me, and place my legs around your shoulders Eyes on fire Breathing more ragged Hips swaying in circles...

As Easton secured his boat to the floating dock, the August sun baked its unrelenting heat into his skin. For months, he'd been bringing supplies out to this island in the middle of the river, and for months, he'd wished for cooler temperatures. It would soon be fall, he told himself. The thought cheered him until a darker one took its place: come fall, I might not need to make this trip anymore. He was always relieved to...

Glowering at Jackson, I spoke in an equally cold voice. "What are you doing here?" I noticed his jaw tighten. Clearly, he thought I'd be thrilled by his unexpected appearance at my job. He'd never showed up here before; hell, I was surprised he remembered where I worked. For a moment, he looked uncertain. Running a hand through his dark hair, he seemed to struggle for the right words. "I couldn't reach you," he finally bl...

Chapter Nine Mac woke to the feeling of soft hands on his hard cock. As his brain registered what was going on, he grinned a sleepy grin. “What are you doing, my naughty little redhead?” “If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong,” Grace said impishly. “It was a rhetorical question, Gracie. You’re not doing it wrong at all.” She laughed and slipped under the covers to help herself to his shaft. She gave the head severa...

By the time Kurt pulled into my driveway, I was desperate to get out of his car. I moved to open the door as soon as he came to a stop. "Jocelyn, wait." He grabbed my arm. "Let go of me!" I yanked away from him, feeling his rough grip even after I was free. Again, he said my name, but I ignored him. The rapid click of my heels against the pavement betrayed my eagerness to escape. I was halfway to the house when I heard hi...

Chapter Five Grace Remy Stewart was back in the saddle, and it felt really fucking good! Her return to work had improved her mood immensely. Though she was busier than ever trying to balance raising two kids under the age of two with being the COO of Stewart Enterprises, it was hard to deny she was much happier than when she was trying to be a stay-at-home mom. After a few weeks of working three half days, she realized th...